Rapture Ruins

Alice heard something crack above her head and a giant smash followed soon after. Sitting up fully alert Alice looked around her. She was apparently in a beat down room. Blinking in the dim light she was surprised to find that she could see perfectly. Around 200 feet away from her a piece of wood was burning it had fallen from the ceiling to land on the ground. “I heard that, that well from here?” Alice muttered to herself. She could still hear the crackling of the fire burning, it smelled of cedar. Alice gave the other people in the room with her a glance, their faces were familiar, she had seen them around Rapture. That wasn’t important to her at the moment, the red envelope was. Picking it up she easily sliced it open and pulled out the letter to read it.

A few minutes later Alice gasped, wheezed, and dropped the letter her arms contracting around her stomach. She had always figured she’d be in some experiment at some point considering who her mother was she just never thought it would end up in such a dangerous place as she was now. “You should all read this.” Alice said in a soft voice pushing the letter towards them. Thinking about it Alice could feel the tail behind her flickering softly with that in mind she pulled one hand away from her stomach and touched one of the soft ears on top of her head. “Well this is just lovely.” Alice said in a sour voice she didn’t want to give her plasmid any thought.

Pulling herself up to her feet slowly Alice looked around them. The room they were seemed to be locked from the inside, Alice guessed that Ryan didn’t want to have them killed from splicers in their sleep. There was one muggy window showing the slightly ruined area around them and it wasn’t a pretty site. Looking back around the room Alice noticed a few black bags in one corner. Walking over to them Alice picked them one up. “Backpacks.” She said knowing what it was. Unzipping it she was surprised to find that it had roughly 10 eve hypos in it. They were enhanced with their plasmids but they still needed hypo’s apparently. In the bag there was also a pistol in the side with an extra round of bullets. This was just getting better and better, well not really.

Alice's hand sagged a little the weight of the hypo's was nothing really with her new strength but because her hand had become nothing short of flaccid it brought it down. Is the story of Jack true? Did he really come down here and defeat Fontaine all those years ago? No..that was just a myth, it can't be true. If it was then Andrew Ryan wouldn't exist because as the story goes Jack killed Andrew Ryan on 'his own terms'. So it couldn't be true, otherwise Andrew Ryan wouldn't have sent us down here. Alice thought to herself, she couldn't help but question everything once she was in the ruins herself. Shaking her head she pushed those thoughts away. There was no way that myth was true, after all that had been a good fifty years ago that this would have happened and Ryan didn't look a day over fifty, with all the technology though he could have been close to eighty or a hundred.

Anna’s blue eyes stared out the window with great boredom. When she had awoken was beyond her, yet she didn’t care much for that at the time. She was oddly fascinated by the destruction that had occurred beyond her line of sight, her eyes scanning the ruins of what must have once been a part of Rapture. “... Well this is quite the predicament...” Were the only words she could muster as she pressed her fingers against the glass, only to meet five claws that scratched against the window pane. She made sure not to scream in horror at such a small difference, but a soft, squeak of surprise escaped her lips.

As one of the other people locked in this ‘prison’ spoke, her eyes shot into their direction. She barely paid any mind to them all, though she couldn’t help but feel as if they would be spending quite a long time together. “Huh, let me see that,” Anna mumbled as she crossed the distance from the window to where they all were hastily, her steps graceful and almost nearly soundless, like a cat. For a moment, she was surprised at how much faster and silently she could move, but now wasn’t the time to bask in how she still hadn’t tripped yet.

Scanning the letter with little interest, she tried to keep from overreacting about what was happening, though she had all reasons to do so. Staying down here for two weeks, expected to kill Splicers that she had never encountered throughout her whole nineteen years of living, it wasn’t something she’d meet with open arms. She would never even consider the idea. Anna could feel an unwelcome bead of sweat streak down her face, suddenly the room was getting warm. ‘I-I knew something bad would happen... You’re so stupid, old man... So... damn... stupid...’ She felt a little wheezy at the thought of it, though she didn’t want to let that show through as she went to see what the other girl was looking at.

“Any food in there....? I’m starving,” Anna smiled awkwardly as she looked over the girl’s shoulder, spotting quite a few hypos stuffed into the bag. Her smile disappeared as she came to terms with the reality of it all. They were really expected to survive down here, do whatever it took to reach their goal. As her eyes glanced around the room once more, curiosity crept into her mind as she wondered how these people were put into this.

Slowly Eve opened her eyes. At first every thing was blurry she had just been asleep in a holding cell in downtown rapture city for suspicions of theft. Her shoes and jacket were back on her and the handcuffs were gone so perhaps she had been released, but then why was she just waking up and why couldn't she remember it. Then slowly her vision cleared until it was the clearest it had ever been and she could see everything right down to a piece of dust on the floor. after surveying the room she began to feel a strange light weight on her and it was just then that she realized that there appeared to be a black blanket made of feathers over her she moved her hand out to touch it and when she did she discovered that she felt not only the feathers on her hand but she felt her hand touch the feathers as though she could feel through the blanket. it was only then that she realized that this blanket of feathers was in fact a wing and that it seemed to be attached to her shocked ad surprised she was suddenly quite awake. she looked around to see others some still asleep and others waking up she could also see one girl searching through a bag. Then a thought occurred to her, what if she had mutated for some reason and so the guards had dumped her in the ruins with a bunch of splicers. At the time she didn't realize that half of her suspicion was true she reached inside her jacket but then remembered that the guards had confiscated her gun. she looked around for something she could use as a weapon. She then noticed a broken piece of pipe not to far from her so she extended her arm a bit and used her telekinesis to bring it close enough to grab. unfortunately the pipe dragging across the floor made a noise so she grabbed it and quickly jumped to her feet holding the pipe out as a weapon waiting to see what the splicers would do next

Jack groaned, sitting up slowly. The last thing he really remembered clearly was a sudden, searing pain in the back of the head while walking from the school he had been attending, then black. He sat up slowly, shaking his head and the residues of a headache off. He wasn't alone, he didn't know how he had realized that without doing much more then sitting up, but he just knew there were others. Planting his feet on the ground, he stood up, several joints popping as they started moving after the relative lack of movement for the period he had been out. He began walking around the room, looking for something to check his appearance in, and found a shard of glass that was reflective enough to work. Looking at himself, his eyes widened at the fact that he now had a yellowish eye color, which was spooky. He checked his pockets, and pulled out a pair of Aviator glasses. At least he still had them, and put them on before, he hoped, anyone really noticed the coloring of his eyes. Then he remembered the full extent of what they did to him, the experimentation and plasmid injections. That ticked him off, but he kept a calm expression as he walked over to the bags, noting the girl was searching the one. Picking it up and opening it, he saw some Eve hypos in it. So they still needed those, that was just great. The room seemed locked up nice and tight, so as he slung the backpack over his shoulder and looked around, the British accent being clear despite the slight grogginess in his voice as well. "Well, this doesn't look to good. How are we supposed to get out of here? Or nobody got any clues on that yet? Oi, whats the letter about?"

He walked over, and while not just taking it, got a hold of it as soon as he could. Jack glanced over the contents, and his general annoyance grew. Andrew Bloody Ryan, he better hope Jack dies down here. Or he could find himself in an acute lack of ability to breath, caused by a sudden contraction of Jack's hands around the idiots throat. His thoughts were running rampant, and his speech had been disorganized, since he was still waking up. He wasn't going to let people start taking advantage of him now, so he tossed the letter aside and began looking for a way out. The sooner they got out, the sooner he could make his way back to the Rapture he thought he knew and throttle the life out of Ryan's scrawny little neck. He normally didn't get this angry, but not only had he been snatched off the street, experimented on, and taken advantage of, but Ryan had the gall to assume he wouldn't be the slightest angry. Oh, don't worry Mr. Ryan, he wasn't frightened, he was downright angry now.

Hearing a loud screech Alice’s ears flattened against her skull and she curled her plump upper lip back turning her head to see what had caused the disdainful noise her tail flickered in annoyance all the while. Seeing a girl with feathers one of Alice’s ears perked up after all the cat in her found birds to be appetizing. “What are you doing?” Alice asked. She was so fixated on the bird girl that she didn’t notice the wolf guy who was dangerously close to her. A ripple went up Alice’s spine and she felt the hair on her neck stand up on end telling her that danger was close. All of these feelings overwhelmed the girl and she quickly sat down on the floor to try and get a hold of herself.

Pushing back black hair Alice blinked her green blue eyes. She felt the headache dully pounding softly at the far back of her temple which signaled that more than likely it was going to be a migraine that was just peachy. Alice highly doubted that she was going to find any Tylenol around this place. “Food?” Alice asked repeated a question that she heard. Shaking her head Alice pulled her knees up putting her head in between them to try and dull the pain away. “No I doubt that we will be able to find any food around here. We will more than likely have to eat things that we find around here. Thankfully there was a few places down here like a fish market we can get into.” Alice said standing up her animal instincts forgotten for the moment.

Looking around with her sharpened sense of sight she saw a jagged piece of glass. It seemed as if it would do the job nicely for what she had in mind. “I’m betting that the way out of here is sealed off considering there is only one functional bathosphere back up to the good part of Rapture.” Alice said talking to the English men. Grabbing the piece of glass she began to cut off the long edges of her shirt it wouldn’t do her any good to have long sleeves her temperature was higher than normal now. Ripping off the rest of her sleeve she began to cut her jeans away into shorts. “I think they only way we are getting out of here is to survive and in two weeks go and wait at the bathosphere.” Alice said bluntly as she pulled away excess jean. Lacing her vans back up she stood up and pulled her hair into a ponytail. It was a mad place out there and she wanted to be as prepared as possible.

Pulling a backpack on to her back she turned to look at the others. The pistol she had found was in her hand and she carefully loaded it before making the cylinder of bullets spin around. "So are you all just going to sit here and wait for Slicers to burst through the door sometime later or do you want to get some answers? I think that down here we could discover more than most people would believe." Alice said a spark in her eye. It wasn't just a life or death matter to her now, now it was an adventure as well that made it worth doing that and Alice wasn't one to sit down and mope. She was a realist and she knew that she could survive this if only she had the will to try and survive.

Eve lowered the pipe realizing the girl wasn't a splicer she picked up one of the bags "your right" she said "we cant just stay here we have to find the way back." she reached into the bag pulling out a gun, loading it with the ammunition and putting it in a pocket on the inside of her long black coat she then took one of the pieces of glass and cut holes in the back of her shirt and jacket so that her wings could comfortably sit on her back "so what would you suggest we do next"